Chapter 22: One move to defeat you! After fighting, wash and become carefree

  "It's almost noon, I have to speed up!"

  Zhuo Yifan lightly exhaled, his body sprang up like a flying leopard, his entire skeleton violently crackling, and his footsteps suddenly landed on the trunk of a tree in the forest.

  The wind whistled past her ears, blowing her short black hair back, and her sharp eyes, like those of a hawk, fixed on the location of her home.

  Racing to the appointment is also a warm-up before the war. The hot blood in the heart's beat, frantically flowing throughout the body.

  At this time, Zhuo Yifan's speed was averaging one breath thirty meters, half a time was two hundred and sixteen miles, which was more than three times faster than the speed of coming, and he was trying to break through the limit of speed. Speed is an important weapon in battle!

  Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!

  "This is the speed of a high-ranking intermediate soul! Zhuo Guan Ying... you wait for me..."

  A superior soul quality not only determines the path of future cultivation but also lays the foundation for physical function.

  It's just like a mid-grade soul person and a high-grade soul person, of the same age, without any training or cultivation. People with higher quality souls tend to move more swiftly, have greater strength, react faster and are more agile.

  "With the Mystic Eye, my future will have infinite possibilities. At that time, see who looks down on whom? That group of rustic chickens and dogs, I will expel them all!"

  Zhuo Yifan stretched out his arms, like a great roc spreading its wings, and flew swiftly towards the Zhuo family's mansion in Chihua City.

  Wanxiang Square, meaning "all things in the world", is where the Zhao family disciples gather for training on ordinary days.

  Two factions of the Zhuo family, over a hundred men and women, stood on both sides of the square, making a deafening noise.

  Bang! Bang! Bang!...

  Gongs and drums shook the sky, suddenly making the surroundings quiet. Colorful flags fluttered in this important occasion, creating a solemn atmosphere.

  On both sides of the high platform in the arena sat two old men, who were Zuo Xun's father, Zuo Wen War and Zuo Wen Tian.

  The war is about to begin, the gongs and drums are setting the atmosphere, everyone is getting nervous, especially the left-wing faction led by Zhuo Wentai, who can't wait any longer, every single person is anxious.

  It's almost noon, as agreed, if Zhuo Yifan doesn't show up again, then Zhuo Guanying will be declared the winner.

  At that time, the left wing of the Zhuo family will completely collapse!

  "Old brother, time is almost up, isn't your good grandson coming yet?" Zhuo asked Zhan, seemingly reminding him but actually ridiculing him.

  "Shut up! I'm already annoyed enough! You don't even have this bit of self-control, what's the point of being a leader!"

  Zhuo Wenti's pale face turned even more iron-green as he hummed in a low, cold voice: "Hmph, I'd like to see what changes that stray dog will have when it comes back! Even if it can resist me, can it resist the Three Mysteries Realm?"

  "I heard that Young Master Yi has told the old master that he is confident of winning? He's always been a man who keeps his promises and does what he says. Even if he can't win, he wouldn't run away with his tail between his legs."

  "I think he's just scared and doesn't dare come anymore, so he quickly packed up and left."

  Zhuo Wen's opponent burst out laughing, full of ridicule and sarcasm. This time, it was Zhuo Wen Tian's turn to pale.

  "Fan'er, where are you? Should be arriving soon... come quickly..."

  Zhuo Hanlan closed her eyes and concentrated, praying for her son to appear soon.

  "Grandfather, it's almost noon, what a pity. Now if Grandfather is willing to admit defeat, I can still guarantee Grandfather a peaceful old age." Zhuo Guanying's face revealed extreme joy, he had never bothered to exchange blows with a useless person, this way he saved a lot of fist and footwork.

  Upon hearing this, Zhuo's face twitched and he burst into a rage: "This kid is so ruthless, how dare he make me lose face in public!"

  "Zhuo Guanying, you're speaking too soon. Aren't you afraid of slapping your own face? A cheap person is a cheap person, pretending to be refined..."

  Just as he was about to shout back a few words, a familiar voice swept past everyone's ears, like a warm current surging over, or more like a thunderclap.

  Squinting his eyes to gaze at the figure who had flown onto the square, a faint smile appeared on Zhuo Wentai's face as he let out a long sigh: This kid is going to be the death of me...

  "Hmm? This Zhuo family's good-for-nothing actually dares to come out? Then I have no choice but to take action. Since you don't want to be a decent person, I'll just help you achieve that." Zhuo Guanying stared at the youth in front of him with disheveled clothes, sneering inwardly and shaking his head slightly, "Yi Fan, little brother, what's the point of this? If you didn't come, no one would blame you."

  "Haha, the broken pot is broken, now young people don't know the height of the sky or the thickness of the earth, they only know how to show off." Zhuo Xun said with a sarcastic tone.

  "Hmph, it's just that some young punk got a good scolding from an ignorant old thing and still hasn't recovered from the internal injuries, with bandages wrapped around his body. I think he'll be six feet under soon anyway." Zuo Wen Tian saw his grandson approaching, but for some reason, he was filled with confidence towards his own grandson. He raised his leg and gave Zuo Ye a disdainful look, smiling faintly.

  This sentence is full of hidden meaning, obviously scolding himself. Zuo Wen's anger was so intense that it almost reached his heart, and he cursed in a low voice with a face like a pig's liver. He sneered coldly and said: "A drowned puppy, let's see how you become an idiot after this battle!"

  "It's really embarrassing, after four days of fighting with the spiritual beasts in the Qingyang Mountains, I just spent half a time unit rushing back, and it's a bit over budget. If you want to fight, let's do it quickly, and then go take a bath."

  Zhuo Yifan ignored those fiery gazes and smiled foolishly at Zhuo Qiantian and his mother, saying calmly.

  "Are you kidding me? The Qingyang Mountains are at least over two hundred miles away from here!"

  "Half a time unit? Nonsense! His speed should be at least around 30 meters per breath. Not even close to the Three Mysteries Sect's territory, this is simply impossible."

  Someone immediately shook his head in disapproval.

  "You're so arrogant, then bring out all your abilities! Otherwise, you won't even have the chance to make a move!"

  Zhuo Guangying finally couldn't control the surging killing intent in his heart, and a pale yellow spiritual energy suddenly burst out from his body, majestic like a long river. The aura of his two fists superimposed, and a kind of oppressive and astonishing aura burst out between his fists and palms.

  Spiritual energy condensed into a knife's edge, tearing through the air with a sharp, piercing sound.

  King-level low-grade spirit skill: Iron Edge Fist!

  Ah!

  Some people closed their eyes, and even some timid maids who came to watch screamed.

  The yellow spiritual energy transformed into a sharp sword tip on his fist and thrust out with a fierce momentum.

  "How ruthless! You're aiming for my dantian! Do you want to cripple me? I won't let you succeed!" With a strange, concentrated bow, Zhuo Yifan drew an eerie arc.

  After dodging the attack, he immediately stretched out his iron fist and violently collided with it. This punch, Zhuo Yifan did not hold back at all, fully exerting his strength to the extreme.

  Against an opponent from the Three Mysteries Realm, he must go all out.

  "Boom!"

  Fists and arms clashed, only the sound of blades colliding could be heard echoing through the square, everyone's eyes were filled with unbelievable expressions.

  What on earth happened!

  Zhuo asked the sky this time looked extra carefully, he seemed to have also discovered that his grandson's two arms had some doors and windows, but he was quietly watching, with peach blossoms blooming in his heart.

  After the collision, both of them retreated several steps. The counter-attacking force of Tie Bi obviously made Zhuo Guanying feel painful. Zhuo Guanying's iron fist had a strong penetrating power, although it didn't hurt his arm, but Zhu Yifan still felt the internal injury.

  Both sides' first fist fight did not gain an advantage, and both were injured.

  Even so, the Zhu family around them were still shocked.

  "Could it be that Second Young Master has really reached a level comparable to the Three Mystical Realms? In just four short days?! Is his cultivation truly so high?"

  "Awesome! It seems like the outcome of this game is still up for debate."

  Those ordinary sons of humble families who usually don't like Zhuo Yifan are now all shining with excitement, their blood boiling with enthusiasm.

  "I didn't think you could withstand my Iron Fist Punch?" Zhuo Guanying's careless expression between his eyebrows also disappeared, and he began to take it seriously. "You must have learned a spiritual technique that can harden your arm, do you think you can rival me with just this?"

  "Counterbalance?"

  Zhuo Yifan stared at Zhuo Guanying, raising one finger and shaking it left and right, "No no no, you're wrong, it's not me versus you. It's that with my next move, I can defeat you!"

  This sentence immediately caused a commotion, with everyone staring at Zhuo Yifan in shock. They thought to themselves: Could this kid have encountered some kind of extraordinary experience on Qingyang Mountain? How else could he be so arrogant? Even if he were on the same level as Zhuo Guanying's Three Mysteries Realm, it wouldn't guarantee that he could defeat him with a single move.

  Zhuo's gaze was fixed tightly on the scene below, his eyes filled with an inexplicable tension: One move, could it really be possible?